You Wouldn't Want...

Standing at the entrance to City Hall, Kalifa suddenly felt at a loss. Though she had the feeling that someone was watching her, she had no idea how to find the exact cause. After pausing for a long while, she decided to take a walk outside first. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would find the reason.

And the direction she chose was precisely the direction Oak was coming from. Thus, the two ran into each other on the straight avenue.

Through the crowd, Oak spotted Kalifa at a glance.

She wore a tight black bodycon dress that outlined her perfect curves. Its neckline dipped slightly low, revealing a deep cleavage, while the hem barely covered below her hips, leaving her long, slender legs in high heels fully exposed.

Her long golden hair was tied up behind her head with a black hair tie, and tinted glasses rested on her face, giving her the air of a capable office lady.

With an undisguised gaze, Oak pushed through the crowd and walked toward her.

Kalifa immediately noticed his presence as well. From his naked stare, she confirmed that he was the man who had given her that strange feeling of being watched.

"Who are you?"

Kalifa sensed intense danger from this man, and the closer he came, the stronger that feeling became. Once Oak stood before her, she watched him warily and adjusted the glasses on her nose, making her seem even more alluring.

A wicked smile curled across Oak's lips. Before she could react, he bent down, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something.

"Secretary Kalifa, you wouldn't want anyone to find out that you're a Cipher Pol No. 9 agent, would you?"

That classic line sent Kalifa into even greater panic. Her face paled in shock as she